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PeonForHer -> RE: Mistresses with LOTS of slaves (6/3/2010 2:36:18 PM)
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His cock is pressing harder now. It needs to be in me.
‘Oh hell, am I ready for this? A man’s cock in my mouth?’ I feel Your hand pulling on my hair. “Go on,” You say. “Just put your mouth on it. How can that hurt?”
I look at Your face. There’s fire in Your eyes and I know what You want. I remember what self-discipline means, that sometimes I’ll need to draw on it if I’m to please You. I can do this . . .”
So I part my lips, and envelop his glans. “Yesss”, he breathes, deeply. I can see his stomach twitching and clenching.
Strange, it’s as though my lips and tongue were made to do this. They seem to have a will of their own. My lips compress a little and I push at the end of his glans, feeling that sticky saltiness. I pass it around my mouth, thinking about the taste, the texture, the idea of masculine essence in my mouth . . .
And then I realise: I want to please him, as well as You . . . .
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